[ So, continuing my theme of weird pairings, here is an emo Red x Mierce fic. Smut fest. I'm fascinating and slightly confused by Red's relationship with the sisters, which is probably why my brain keeps wanting to write these fics. AO3 link here. ]
Mierce’s naked body was already curled up under the sheets by the time he was ready for bed. He quietly rid himself of his clothes and slipped under the cool sheets. He slid his body up against her warm body. His face nuzzled against her neck as his hands softly went to rest on her thigh.
He could feel them being pulled apart. The gap between was them growing with each day they spent here. Mierce had expressed her frustrations.
She wanted them to go back to how things were. They had been so happy in their little home, tucked away from the darkness of the rest of the world. She didn’t quite understand what this place did to him, or the memories that chained him here. She wanted to leave, but he just… couldn’t. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
Leaving the first time was the hardest thing he’d ever done, and even then, he hand only been able to do it because he was delirious with grief. He knew deep in his soul that if he had stayed then, he would have left his place behind to be reunited with his beloved Lizzie. So, he had done the only thing he could possibly do. He left. He left everything behind. The city. His business. Dembe. Agnes. Harold. All his friends and associates. He took nothing with him, especially not a weapon. Like a gust of wind, he flew away…
And had somehow landed in Mierce’s protective arms.
She saved him. She saved his body and his soul. She carefully put the shattered pieces back together again. She made him whole.
She was the only reason he was able to step back into his old life without Elizabeth.
But now she’s seen firsthand the toll this life had taken on his soul, and she knew exactly what would happen if he stayed. He couldn’t blame her for trying to take him away from here. She was only doing what she did best: saving him.
What she didn’t understand was that it was already too late. His fate had been sealed since the day he walked into Quantico and gave himself up. The life they had built and the time they has spent together was just an intermission, an escape from the inevitable.
Red could feel Mierce start to stir against him. His hand instinctively curled around her waist a little tighter and pulled her body closer against his. His cock pressed up the curve of her ass.
Mierce reached up and placed her hand slightly over his before slowly dragging it downward between her thighs.
He let out a breath. His body relaxed against hers as he accepted her olive branch. He stroked her folds softly and slowly, savoring the feel of her sensitive flesh against his fingers.
“Raymond.” Mierce moaned softly as she turned her head towards Red.
Red brought his lips forward to kiss Miercely slowly and softly as he slid his fingers inside her. His motions were slow and deliberate. Nothing was rushed.
He dragged his fingers, covered by her wetness, up towards her clit. He slides his fingers over the sensitize bundle in a practiced motion.
Mierce responded by grinding her ass against his rapidly hardening cock. He keeps making steady slow strokes on her clit, even as her hips started moving to try to increase his pace.
He pressed his crotch against her as he increased the pressure. He could tell by the way her body was moving against him that she was getting close, and he desperately wanted to feel her come apart.
Red’s lips made their way down to Mierce’s neck, lavishing in the sweet and slightly salty taste that was simply just Mierce. He got so lost in just consuming her that he was caught off guard by the orgasm ripping through her body.
“Yes, yes, Raymond.” She purred as her thighs clamped around his hand.
His lips curled into a smile against her skin. At least he could still bring her body pleasure, even if her soul was at unease.
After taking a minute to come down from her orgasm, Mierce threw her leg back and over Red’s thigh, and he took the hint.
He slowly slid his cock into her searing hot wetness until he was buried as deep inside of her as she was in his soul.
They stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity, with Red slowly thrusting deep inside her, never really pulling out too far, afraid that if he did he might lose her for good.
Even though he was buried deep inside her, he had never felt so far away. Mierce must have sensed this because she reach around to lightly cup his cheek and pull him into a passionate kiss.
Her tongue slipped into his mouth as he opened it to let out a small gasp as he finally came inside of her.
She pulled his arms around her body protectively and intertwined their fingers.
This felt like an ending.
He’d been around long enough to know what a goodbye felt like.